On Sept 9, 2001, My two oldest sons packed the car for a trip from Virginia to New York . They were going to visit China town to buy stereo
equipment. They planned to visit their grandfather (my dad) on the tenth and go to the city on the eleventh. The car pulled away from the house,
went one block and stopped dead at the light. They had it towed to the repair shop but the mechanic could not get to it until the next day so they
postponed their trip. The next day the mechanic could not find anything wrong and the car worked as it should. Chinatown is at the foot of the world
trade center practically. Since they both like to get an early start to the day they may have been in the vicinity when the planes struck. They
would not have been in the towers they have been many times already but still could have been hurt .

Awesome what a feeling! Thank God you're safe & well without a mark on you to share us your story! :-) God bless! ;-) "For he shall give his angels
charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways. They shall bear thee up in their hands, lest thou dash thy foot against a stone" (Ps 91:11-12).

Good experience, you now have a "second life" or whatever to do good in, and that's where your unease the day after may come from. A new track
opening for you, a reshuffling of some cosmic deck. You were saved where someone else may have died. So enjoy! As for sharing the experience with us,
that's not cheapening the experience but enriching it, as I can tell how it's touched the people posting here. And thank you for sharing it.

When I was in my early twenties I was driving down a country two-lane road when I came upon an extremely sharp curve.
As I approached the curve I heard a voice in my head saying, "STOP!"
I was startled, and wondered where that voice came from, and if I really heard it.
Again the voice said, "Pull over off the road as far as you can, and STOP!!"
The voice was so demanding, I obeyed.

Just as I got over in the grass and sat there for a couple of seconds wondering if I was "losing it", a big dump truck came around the curve on my
side of the road!
If I hadn't pulled off the road I would have been hit head-on, and probably killed!

I about went into shock!

I pulled back onto the road and stopped at the first available place (a country store) to compose myself!

I have rarely actually heard a voice in my head like I did that time since that experience, but I get extremely strong feelings (for lack of a better
way to describe it) sometimes, and I know when it's someone from the other side speaking to me, or just my own thoughts.

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My angel/s never helped me with anything. How do I get a new set?

Oh yes, they have! You just don't realize it.

Have you ever misplaced your keys, or something made you late in leaving your house?
Have you ever got behind a slow car that prevented you from going as fast as you would have?
Ever got a phone call just as you were about to leave?

All these things COULD be your angel(s) keeping you from being in an accident that would have happened if you left at the normal time, or didn't get
behind the slow car.

All kinds of little things that go un-noticed by us could be our angels protecting us.

That's super interesting to me that you felt your angel. You're not a nutter in my eyes. Nor is anyone actually. I feel a lot of us hold experiences
in our hearts and minds that just can't be explained.

I've had three experiences where my angel 'Elias' protected me. We are all still here for a reason...imo. He protected me when I tried to overdose on
meds at 16. He protected me when I flipped my car in a 20 foot ditch upside down, when I was 17. Then in August of 2008 at 24or25(my brain is bad with
math...sorry) he protected me when I fell off a balcony onto croncrete stairs. I suffered from traumatic brain injury that still bothers me today.

Actually it still bothers me a lot to this day...but I feel I fell to wake my butt up. I was heading down a path of destruction ....

Thanks for sharing your experience. Very neat and intriguing to me. That picture is pretty awesome as well friend

Not a life saving story, but as a child I would have random acts of safety occur. I used to pride myself on being able to jump over things. One day
while trying to impress a group of friends I jumped over a row of bushes that I would say measure about 10 feet in width. About half way through I
felt gravity starting to sink in and began my decent on very sharp branches. Just before I would have hit, I literally felt something grab my bottom
and carry me over the remaining bushes. At the time I was about 10 so I thought nothing of it. I've also been saved from falling out of trees and
off of roofs.

On a separate note, as a child I recall waking up and seeing my box fan on the ceiling and I recall having strange dreams of what I can only describe
as a black and white spiral with a sound that even today makes me uneasy...

And now look at who you're sharing the story with - it's number one on the main page here. Inspiring lots of people. So yes, it was certainly
correct to post it on the site, proof is in the pudding. Ummmmmm, pudding.

My mom told me my whole life that my Grandma "sent me her guardian angels" because she I thought I was going to need them.

Your reply - so far - is the hardest for me to respond to and I’m not going to get through it dry eyed.

If I have a Guardian Angel? He’s my Grandpa. My hero. Mentor. So much more. My ‘Granpa’ (no ‘d’) was everything to me.

Let me tell you a story of what it was like to ‘belong’ to him.

Every Saturday Granpa and I would take a walk for ice cream, hand in hand down the streets of Seattle.

He walked slow like me - the only adult who cared enough to walk slow like me. When someone asked how old I was I’d hold up 4 fingers. My legs
weren't long.

Later I learned my Grandfather was crippled. Something called Polio ‘got him‘ when he was ‘my age‘.

He was a ‘cripple’ and that’s why he walked slow. That’s why Granma was always mad at him cause he was so sloooow. Nevertheless, I know he
would have matched his strides to mine ‘worthless cripple’ or no. He was that kind of Man.

I'm not sure if this is a life or death situation but I'll always remember it.

My mum used to have this crappy old Volvo estate (Car), it was so crappy that the hand brake cable was snapped. We lived on a hill so to stop it from
rolling down she used to put it in gear. One day she left her bag in it, she asked me to get it. So off I trot. I got in the car leant over to grab
her bag from the passenger foot well as I did I knocked it out of gear.

The car started to roll, I dove out. I chased the car to try and get back in it but it was to late, it shot off. At the bottom of my hilly road was a
usually extremely busy main road. I watch as the car pulled itself out into the road and stopped! It didn't hit one car, in fact there were no cars.
This in itself is likely a miracle because I don't think I have ever seen that road empty, especially at 4pm.

Anyway I ran down to the car (still no other cars in sight) and started pushing. I got it to the bottom of my road. As I was trying with all my might
to get it up this hill, this tall bloke with bright blonde hair, wearing running gear appears next to me and starts to push without saying a word.
Together we got the thing up with ease (which is surprising), I jump in the car and put it in gear I jump out to thank him only he was gone. I
couldn't have been more than 5 seconds in the car.

Whether that man was just a good Samaritan or something more, I have always wanted to thank him.

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